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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.