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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.