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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.