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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.