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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.