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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.