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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.