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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.