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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Swans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.