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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.