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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.