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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.