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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.