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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.