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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.