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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.