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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Busters,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
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.