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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.