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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.