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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.