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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.