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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.