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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.