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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.