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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.