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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Saints,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.