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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.