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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Television,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Ossler,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.