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 Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.