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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.