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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Litter,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.