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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.