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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.