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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.