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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
John Holt,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.