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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.