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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Nas,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.