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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.