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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.