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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Ten City,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.