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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.