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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.