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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.