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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.