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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.