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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.