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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.