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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
X-101,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.