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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Scion,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.