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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.