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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.