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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.