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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.