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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.