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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.