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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Can,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.