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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.