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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Alphaville,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.