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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Index,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.