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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
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.