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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Scion,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.