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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
David McCallum,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.