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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.