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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.