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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Hashim,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.