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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.