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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Can,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.