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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.