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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.