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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.