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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
JFA,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.