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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.