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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.