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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.