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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.