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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare 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 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.