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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.