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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
cv313,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.