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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.