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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
the Association,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.