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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.