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 Turkey and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.