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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Q65,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.