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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 the Association to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Jandek,
UT,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.