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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.