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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.