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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.