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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Human League to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.