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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.