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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.