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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Lalann,
Swans,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Television,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.