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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Franke,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.