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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.