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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.