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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.