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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.