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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.