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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Move 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.