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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 theremin 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 ABBA to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.