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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Visage,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.