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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Japan,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.