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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
the Association,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.