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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.