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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.