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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.