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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.