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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.