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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
The Martian,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.