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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.