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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.