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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.