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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Erasure,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.