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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.