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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.