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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.