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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.