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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.