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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.