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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.