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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.