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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.