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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Wake,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.