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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.