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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.