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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.