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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.