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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
David McCallum,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.