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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.