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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.