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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.