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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.