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 Chad and from New York.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Chrome,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.