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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.