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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Trojans 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.