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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.