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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.