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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.