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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.