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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.