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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Pole,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.