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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.