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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.