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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.