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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.