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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skaos to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.