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 United States and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.