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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Moebius,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.