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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.