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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.