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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.