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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.