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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.