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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.