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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.