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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.