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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.