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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.