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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.