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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.