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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.