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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Magma,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.