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 United States and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.