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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.