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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.