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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.