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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.