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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.