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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Q65,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.