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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.