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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.