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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gap Band 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.