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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.