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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Skaos,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.