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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.