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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Wings,
John Holt,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.