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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.