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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.