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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
X-102,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.