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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
ABC,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.