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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.