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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Happenings,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.