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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Gong,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.