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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.