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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.