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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.