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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.