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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.