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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.