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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.