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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.