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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Index,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.