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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.