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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.