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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.