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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.