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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.