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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.