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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.