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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.