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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.