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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.