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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.