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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.