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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
ABC,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.