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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.