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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.