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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.