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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.