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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.