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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.