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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.