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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.