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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.