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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
X-102,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.