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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.