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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.