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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.