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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Magma,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.