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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Quantec,
Japan,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Monks,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
MDC,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.