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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.