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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.