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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Television,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.