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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.