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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.