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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.