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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.