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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Fall,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.