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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.