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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Television,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Visage,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.