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 China and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.