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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.