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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.