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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.