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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.