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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.