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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.