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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.