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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.