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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.