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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.