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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Victims,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.