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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Can,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.