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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.