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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Crime,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.