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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.