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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.