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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Japan to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.