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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Mars 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.