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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.