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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
the Human League,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.