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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.