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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.