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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.