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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.