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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.