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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
MC5,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.