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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.