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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.