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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.