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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.