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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.