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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Magma,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
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.