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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Fear,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.