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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.