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 Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.