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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.