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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.