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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.