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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.