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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Can,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.