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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.