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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.