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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.