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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.