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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum 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?
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.