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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.