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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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?
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.