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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.