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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.