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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.