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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.