Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.