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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.