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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.