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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.