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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.