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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.