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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.