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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.