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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.