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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.