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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.