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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.