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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.