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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.