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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.