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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.