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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.