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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Can,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.