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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.