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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.