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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
10cc,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.