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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.