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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.