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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.