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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Visage,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.