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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.