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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.