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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.