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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.