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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.