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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.