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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
UT,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.