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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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?
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.