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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.