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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.