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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Index,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.