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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.