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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.