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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.