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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.