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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.