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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.