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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.