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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.