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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.