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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.