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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.