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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.