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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.