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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.