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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.