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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.