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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.