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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.