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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.