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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.