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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.