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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.