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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.