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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.