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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.