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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.