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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.