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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
The Move,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.