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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.