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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.