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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.