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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
X-101,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.