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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.