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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.