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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.