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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.