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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.