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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.