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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
UT,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.