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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.