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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.