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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.