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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.