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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.