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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.