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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.