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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.