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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.