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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.