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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.