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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.