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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.