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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.