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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Nas,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.