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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.