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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.