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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.