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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Index,
Moebius,
The Busters,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.