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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Wings,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
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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.