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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.