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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.