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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.