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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.