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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.