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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.