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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.