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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.