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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.