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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Can,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.