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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.