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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.