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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.