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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.