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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.