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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
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.