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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.