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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.