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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.