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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.