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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Wings,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Nico,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
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.