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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.