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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Mars,
Flipper,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.