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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Wings,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.