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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 808 and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
MC5,
The Remains,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.