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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.