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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
UT,
Organ,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.