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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.