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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.