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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.