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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
UT,
the Human League,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.