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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.