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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.