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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.