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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.