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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.