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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.