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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.