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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.