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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.