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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.