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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.