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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.