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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.