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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.