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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.