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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.