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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.