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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.