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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
ABC,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
10cc,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.