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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.