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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.