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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.