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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.