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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.