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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.