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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.