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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.