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 France and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.