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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.