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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.