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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 a 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.