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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.