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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.