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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.