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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
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.