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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.