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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Skarface,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.