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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.