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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.