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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Adolescents,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.