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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.