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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.