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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.