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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.