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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.