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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.