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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Television,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.