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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Slave,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.