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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Television,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.