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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.