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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The Move,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.