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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.