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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.