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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.