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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
X-102,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.