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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Nas,
Wings,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.