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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.