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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.