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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.