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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.