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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.