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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
UT,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.