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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.