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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.