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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Magazine,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.