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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.