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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.