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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Television,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.