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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Monks,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.