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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '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 Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
UT,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.