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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
New Order,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.