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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.