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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.