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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.