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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.