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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.