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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Skarface,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Brick,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.