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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.