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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.