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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.