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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.