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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.