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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.