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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.