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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare 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?
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.