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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.