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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.