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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.