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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.