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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.