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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Technova,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.