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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe 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 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.