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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.