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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.