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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Television,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Swans,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.