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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Nas,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.