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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.