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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.