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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.