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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.