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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.