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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.