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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.