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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
MC5,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
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.