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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.